“We’d
won. We’d cut through the lies and treachery and promised an alliance that
would free us both. But even as we won, we lost. We didn’t see what was coming.
We didn’t know we had to plan a resurrection.”

Nila
Weaver fell in love. She gifted her entire soul to a man she believed was
worthy. And in the process, she destroyed herself. Three debts paid, the fourth
only days away. The Debt Inheritance has almost claimed another victim.

Jethro
Hawk fell in love. He let down his walls to a woman he believed was his cure.
For a moment, he was free. But then he paid the ultimate price.

There is
no more love. Only war. Hope is dead. Now, there is only death all around them.

**Only suitable for Dark Romance lovers.

Full length book. Six in series. Fourth
Debt is 85,000 words.

FUNNY HOW LIFE plays
practical jokes.

The
past few days—that had to be a fucking joke, right?

No
logical answer would make sense of what I’d seen, heard, and lived the past
seventy-two hours.

My
sister.

My
best friend and twin.

This
was what she’d been living with? This was how she’d been treated?

This
was what she wanted to return to?

Motherfucking
why? Why would she ever want to
return to this insanity?

We’d
been raised in a broken home, chained to an empire that absorbed us right from
birth. But we were kept safe, warm, and loved. We grew up together. We shared
everything.

But
now…I had no fucking clue who my sister was.

But
then she came to me.

A
woman I never knew existed.

The
most stunning creature I’d ever seen.

Only
she didn’t come to me on feet or wings of an angel. She rolled into my life and
demanded my help.

And
for better or for worse…

I
helped her.

“LET ME GO!”

Daniel
cackled like a mad hyena, his fingers stabbing into my bicep. Without breaking
his stride, he stole me further away from the parlour and into the bowels of
the house.

I
didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to go anywhere
with him.

“Take
me back!”

He can’t be dead!

Just
because he lay unmoving and bloody didn’t mean he was gone.

That’s exactly what
it means.

I
shook my head, dislodging those awful thoughts. He’s alive. He had to be.

I
couldn’t tolerate any other answer. I refused to live in a world where evil
triumphed over good. That wasn’t right—life couldn’t be that cruel.

It’s always been that
way.

My
mind filled with images of my mother. My father’s desolation. My broken
childhood. Evil had puppeteered us from day one. Why should now be any
different?

He’s not dead!

I
swallowed a sob.

Please don’t be dead…

I
fought harder. “Let me see him. You can’t do this!”

Daniel
cackled louder. “Keep begging, Weaver. Won’t do you any good.”

He’s not dead!

I
locked my knees, fighting him every step. “Stop!” Looking back the way we’d
come, the door to the parlour seemed so far away—a bright beacon at the end of
a festering corridor. “They were your brothers, you insane psychopath. Don’t
you feel anything?!”

“I
feel relief. I no longer have to put up with their simpering bullshit.” He
flashed his teeth. “Cut did us all a favour.”

Cut will die.

He
was evil incarnate. He deserved to die in excruciatingly painful ways.

I refuse to believe
they’re dead.

“I
said stop!” I wriggled harder, only
succeeding in Daniel’s fingers tearing into my flesh. Goosebumps covered my
skin while ice steadily froze my veins. Every second was endless torture. I
couldn’t live without Jethro.

Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of
them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that
twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she
constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her
books have sex.

She loves to travel and has an amazing,
fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.